.. 'their' boss stood out, so the fucking bitch works with Michael, how fucking nice! She stepped into the hallway, stuffed the card inside her purse ...hen slung the purse over her shoulder and stomped out into the garage.Michael smiled and looked up as his wife came into the garage. "You ready honey?"Without looking at him she responded with a short, simple and angry... "Yes!"He noted her simple answer and a flash of something being wrong went through his mind but nothing that bothered him all. “He spoke with an accent that I didn’t recognize, and when I stopped trying to wriggle free, told me I had a choice: I could either work for him honestly, or he’d call the police.“I was suspicious. Most of my interactions with grown-up hadn’t turned out good…”“Turned out well.”“… turned out well, so I asked him what he had in mind, thinking he wanted to fuck me. But he was on the level. He told me I could sleep in a room at the back of the store, work for him during the day, and he would feed. I suppose that should have made me feel better - that she was only banging that corpulent pile of garbage to keep her job - but it didn't. It made me think I was a sucker for making love to a woman who'd sell it if the price were right. All the time I'd thought that making love to her was like worshipping at a sacred shrine, it was more like kneeling before an ATM machine ... while an impatient line formed behind me.The pig looked like he was either going to come or have a stroke (not that he. In response to Tommy's assessment, she turned to face him, tucking her left leg under. Exhibiting a somewhat animated look she enthused, “I think I could probably get used to that.” You didn’t really say that, did you?From the corner of his eye Tommy could see Charlene's taunting display but he kept his eyes squarely on the road ahead, trying to pretend indifference. Charlene was leaned against the door, her bare legs deliciously angled in Tommy’s direction.“You know,” she said softly, “My.